Skip to main content

#DearZindagi A Letter to My Life..

“I am writing a letter to life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda“.

Hello Dear Zindagi,

With aim of writing a letter to you, I recalled few lines from a poem written by famous poet Gulzar :

Hai lau zindagi, zindagi noor hai
Magar ismein jalne ka dastur hai...

Ravayat ye hai ke zindagi gehna hai
Ye heera hai aur, ise chaat-te rehna hai
Ke lamhon mein marne ka dastur hai..

Adhoore se rishton mein palte raho
Adhoore se saanson se chalte raho
Yuhin jeenay jaaney ka dastur hai..

Hai lau zindagi, zindagi noor hai..


How true is that!

My trek so far has been absolutely normal with few ups and downs. And I feel these crests and troughs give a person reasons to live and look forward to every coming morning.  Dear life, with this letter I want to convey my feelings and warmth about this journey over which I am going with you.



Dear life, you gave me most caring parents of this world, who never disappointed me and never failed me when I needed them.  I witnessed a beautiful childhood which was full of fun and enjoyment because of a younger sister and many cousins.

Dear life, you gave me the chance to prove myself as hard working kid who always tried to make her parents and teachers feel proud. Because of your desire, I could break rules of that conservative society who used to support caging girls inside the home. I came out, pursued my professional studies and now doing an ideal job.

Dear life, I can’t thank you more for giving me such a nice husband. You know well that early on our marriage, we faced many hardships and nearness challenges.  But 'we were in love' and soon we realized that those few gloomy and backstage moments eventually made us good performers on front site. My life, you have seen me crying and laughing at the same time. But the best part is, you never let me feel hopeless and that’s why I am living best years of married life now.

Dear life, what can be best than giving me a chance to become a mother. Motherhood has made me a complete woman, really. You gave me a jolly boy who unconditionally loves me. It actually feels so good when I see him growing day by day, showing his naughtiness and caring for me so much. The smallest man in my life is the biggest reason for my happiness you know.

Dear life, I have everything I ever desired for. You have given me everything a girl dreams for.  Now it is my chance to say "thank you" from the bottom of my heart for all this. Thanks a ton for making me happy and contended. I wish coming years that you are going to write for me shall also be full of stars and moons. I don’t fear difficult times but I request you to give me enough strength to deal with them. 

Thank you dear life for giving me fee will to love and to be loved, to make my own decisions, to learn from my mistakes, to laugh when I am happy and to cry when I am sad. Thank you once again for giving me all the vivacity of this world. There are ups and there are downs but still for me Zindagi Gulzar hai..

Love you my Zindagi :)



Listen This Post Stop Listening Post

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A few questions to Halloween party people of India

Ugly pumpkins, ridiculous costumes and over-the-top makeup, trick or treating for kids and scary themed parties for the adults, the story of Halloween runs deeply in the Western culture. And these days I have been observing a flood of Halloween posts in my social media accounts . "10 ideas to celebrate Halloween with your kids..", "10 craft projects for Halloween..", "10 things to do at Halloween night.." There are parties happening for Halloween. Costumes are getting sold. Myriads of contests are posting spooky pictures and asking to share even more ghostly pictures. And amidst all this, I am puzzled, baffled and tickled.

I don't know if this is the notion of globalization or a modest thought to adopt cultures regardless of the geographical borders. Howbeit, I am sure about one thing that I hate the idea of kids celebrating Halloween here in India.

I have a few questions in my mind that I humbly want to ask those Halloween party people:
How you are p…

The Sisters Bond

This post is for #SiblingStories blogging train hosted by Ila Varma in collaboration with the Brand Ang Tatva. Thirty three esteemed bloggers from blogging fraternity have joined hands to participate in the Blog train for #SiblingTalk reviving the sweet and tickling hours spent with loving siblings and revive golden memories of the past.

ABOUT ME
My name is Shipra and I am a working mother who is a part time blogger as well. I share my parenting experience through my blog and I also love to write about food, health and technology. Cartoon making is another thing I really enjoy and I own a cartoon series #VibhuAndPapa that you can find on Twitter. They are the funny conversation between my son and my husband. Work line wise, I am a software project manager who now a days is working on Digital Accessibility. My this year's #MyfriendAlexa post are about making our blogs accessible. Check them if you like to know more.

MY #SiblingStories
We are two sisters and with growing up together,…

My Monsoon Love Hate Love Story

Last year, almost the same time, I packed every belonging of mine and landed to a place which is close to my heart. With bag and baggage, my family moved from Delhi to Lucknow. It was monsoon time when I came here and thank god I witnessed a prosperous rain. Lucknow, though smaller compared to Delhi, is a place I distinguish since childhood. The city of Nawabs is believed as the happiest city in India. As our move was well calculated, my husband and I made sure to have all those things in our lives that I missed being in Delhi. A bigger house (that we can afford), green surroundings, street food access that we missed in Delhi and people who talk in our native tongue.

The Hate Story

I hated the rain when I was in Delhi. My house was in a busy lane of a crowded Delhi locality, and I was living on the second floor of the building. Hence neither I had easy access to the road, nor to terrace. When it rained, I was forced to stay inside. Roads used to get sunk even after the rain of half an…